Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.